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Surprised, I get up. It’s not my business to ask why she’s got a bunch of condoms in her bedroom. Sure enough, there’s a box of ultra-thins nestled in the drawer, amid copious amounts of pink lace underwear. I don’t know why, but it gives me a little bit of satisfaction that it’s still sealed. Working quickly, I open it and take a couple out. She’s waiting for me, propped up on her elbows. Her eyes glitter, wide and bright blue over her flushed face.

She looks like she wants to say something.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she whispers.

I hesitate, but she arches her brow, beckoning. I roll the condom on and slide between her thighs. She leans up, and I kiss her briefly, lifting one thigh. She’s very wet, but I hope it’s enough. We’ve got a bit of a size difference going on. Eyes on her face, watching every micro-expression, I guide myself to her pussy. The head slips in, and she gasps, eyes widening.

“All good?” I manage, shaking slightly.

“Yes.” She nods hard.

Gently, I work in a little further. She’s very tight, but she’s not tensed up out of discomfort. On the contrary, she closes her eyes, and her lips part, a little moan escaping.

The world is very quiet. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this gentle and slow. It’s never been necessary before. It’s clear she’s not too experienced. I doubt she’d admit to that, though. Carefully, I keep going until I’m fully seated inside her pussy, gripping me so tight it’s making fresh sweat break out across my back. We’re so close, I can almost taste her lips.

“You alright, baby?”

She nods again, barely. “Yeah, alright.”

Despite how enthusiastically we were just going at it, it’s clear she’s feeling very vulnerable. Maybe I am, too. I haven’t felt this raw around anyone when horizontal and naked in a while. I would kick that around a little longer, but honestly, I can’t think too clearly. All the blood is in my dick, currently being squeezed like a motherfucker.

Experimentally, I shift my hips. An inch in, an inch out.

“Oh,” she breathes.

“Feel good?”

“Yes,” she murmurs. “More.”

I won’t protest. Bracing my knee, I slide halfway out and thrust in. Her eyes roll back, and her hips lift. One leg curls around my lower back and pulls me close. That’s all the permission I need to start fucking her, being as quiet as I can. We both distantly know this is probably a bad idea.

This can’t continue.

But right now, I can’t stop.

CHAPTER THREE

SERENA

When it’s all over the first time, he stays in bed longer than I thought. I lie on my side and watch him. He’s huge, I’m in awe of the sheer size of him in my twin bed, just taking up space. I run my fingertip over the swell of his bicep. Over the hardness of his shoulder, to the valley between his pecs. I like the feeling of hair over warm skin. With my previous love interests, we did much exploring. It was more hand jobs in the back of a truck parked in the barn. Some for him, then wiping my hand, my nose wrinkled, while he zipped his pants. Awkward and unable to meet my eyes.

Why are they always like that?

Jamie isn’t. He hasn’t left yet; he doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to do anything but flip through the book from my bedside table.

“You read?” I whisper.

“Yeah, quite a bit.”

He doesn’t lift his gaze when he turns the page. He’s back in his boxer briefs and pants, unzipped. I can count the ladder of abs going up his stomach.

“What else do you like?” I ask. “Other than going to the gym.”

“I don’t like the gym.”

I frown. “Clearly, the gym likes you.”